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Browning, old fellow, / Your leaves grow yellow, / Beginning to mellow / As seasons pass. / Your cover is wrinkled, / And stained and sprinkled, / And warped and crinkled / From sleep on the grass.
Is it a wine stain, / Or only a pine stain, / That makes such a fine stain / On your dull blue, -- / Got as we numbered / The clouds that lumbered / Southward and slumbered / When day was through?